When we moved into this house, we had not very much. Nearly all of our things had been lost in a fire.
Loving people gave us things. My younger sister gave me these sweet little wooden frames, and my mother raided her photo collection for some family pictures from the fifties. The top one is of my big sister, my big brother and me, the middle one is my parents, and the bottom one is my big brother and me.
Dave made the shelves to go above the kettle in the kitchen, specifically to house the pictures, along with the tea and coffee.
One way or another, there’s a lot of love on that wall.
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